「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬"」
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❝ Aren't you just the cutest? ❞
❝ Please... don't hurt me mister... ❞
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Etienne Theodore has always been a good boy. He s...
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He glanced at Vladimir's body, as he chuckled. "It's a shame, really. He didn't even put up much of a fight. But I guess that's what happens when you owe me a debt, isn't it? You either pay up or you pay the fucking price."
He motioned to one of his men, who immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab Etienne by the arm. The boy flinched at the rough touch as he stumbled back.
"N-no! No, p-please!" Etienne screamed. His back hit the wall, and he tried to push himself further away, his chest rising and falling.
He watched the boy scream, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Scream all you want, little one," he said. "No one's coming for you. I thought you'd have figured this out by now."
"Please... d-don't..., m-mister..."
He ignored Etienne's pleas and motioned for his men once more, and this time they didn't hesitate. Strong hands gripped Etienne's arms, pulling him away from the wall. He screamed again, struggling against them with all the strength he had left, but it was no use.
The bodyguard slid Etienne over his shoulders. Etienne's screams echoed through the house, as he kicked and cried. "NO! NO! L-let me g-go!"
As they moved, Etienne's stuffed bunny slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor. "No! My b-bunny!" he screamed.
"Shut the hell up," the bodyguard snapped, tightening his grip.
"Take him to the car," the man ordered. He stepped forward, his shoe pressing down on the plush bunny that had fallen to the floor. The soft fabric squeezed beneath his shoe, a reminder of Etienne's childhood innocence, now crushed under him "Such a shame," he said, glancing down at the ruined toy. "Looks like your little friend won't be joining you. It's time for you to grow up, Etienne."
"PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO!" Etienne screamed as the cold air hit him, and he was shoved into the black SUV.
He landed on the cold leather seats with a thud, his small frame trembling as he tried to pull himself up, but his legs were too weak. His breath came in gasps as the door slammed shut behind him.
"L-let me.. go..." Etienne whimpered as he curled up on the leather seat, knees pulled tightly to his chest. His wide, tear-filled eyes stared out the window as his mind wandered back to his bunny.
The boss stepped out of the old house, his inked hand rested casually in the pocket of his black suit. His icy blue eyes flickered with amusement, as if the chaos inside the house had been nothing more than a brief entertainment. The cut on his lips curled into a smirk as he observed the scene in front of him.
He turned slightly, addressing his men. "Is the mess cleaned up?"
"Yes, boss," one of the bodyguards replied. "We've handled the cleanup. We are about to dispose of Vladimir's body, get rid of it somewhere quiet."
